Then the bird returns me to Bklyn.
Peter's loser quotient raises exponentially.
I just found out the only class that I could have gotten an A in, I got a B in instead. My GPA's going to hell, and so is the rest of me. If my GPA (for the year) falls below 3.0, I lose my scholarship. If I lose my scholarship, I can't afford to live here, and I can't apply for need-based aid because my parents paid ahead for tuition.
Ain't that just peachy?